Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.